leather Tattoos Piercings Galore he must be a druggie she must be a whore
Gucci and diamonds and tan lines you can\'t see we are the rich and the Beautiful no one\'s better than we
Walking the streets not bound by dispare what little they have they\'re willing to share
Walking by alleys We\'re Men huddle round they laugh \'\'We have so much \'\' as they throw change on the ground
They stop to help a woman gather her things not surprising the joy this small kindness brings
They walk where a mothers small child has fallen \'\'Can\'t that bitch keep that brat from doing all of that squalling \'\'
Finally we\'re home and we can settle down thanking God for the friends and the love we have found
OMG we are home as they throw their stuff down she\'ll slip off to his friends after he\'s passed out with his crown